domingo, novembro 25, 2007

Saturday Night

makes it kind of quiver down in the core
'cause you're dreamin' of them saturdays that came before
and now you're stumblin'
you're stumblin' onto the heart of saturday night

well you gassed her up
and you're behind the wheel
with your arm around your sweet one
in your Oldsmobile
barrellin' down the boulevard
you're lookin' for the heart of saturday night

is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin
and the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye
magic of the melancholy tear in your eye

makes it kind of special down in the core
and you're dreamin' of them saturdays that came before
it's found you stumblin'
stumblin' onto the heart of saturday night
and you're stumblin'
stumblin onto the heart of saturday night